The Bag Lady

Her head hung in shame why is she to blame? Kids took it all from her now all she has is this worthless fur that keeps her warm at night a space to keep warm is a terrible fight a small portion of food is all she may get all day being homeless is a terrible price to pay with no money in her pockets she has to resort to begging and stealing some may give but this a world with no feeling so once again she lies her head on a park bench or hard cement pillow for the night Why me she asks, am i in this terrible plight.